Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 30: I dont care if Sendai-san was aware of it — 30

Chapter 30: I don't care if Sendai-san was aware of it — 30

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Not so much as it has been a long time.

Still, because the uniform has been replaced by a uniform, Sendai-san looks different from usual. Maybe that’s why I feel a little uncomfortable in my own room.

?Miyagi, is something wrong??

Sendai-san says as she unbuttons her blouse.

?Why??

?Nhn— I didn’t get called very often.?

?I was just busy, that’s all.?

?Hee??

Sendai-san did not ask why I was busy.

Of course, I wasn’t going to tell her either when she asked. I was never really busy, so there was no way I could give specifics when asked.

I brought barley tea and cider, and then handed Sendai-san 5,000 yen.

?Thanks.?

With that said, she took the money and sat on the bed.

I am relieved when she accepts the 5,000 yen as usual.

Sendai-san remains the same, except that the uniform has changed from a blazer to a knit vest. As usual, two buttons of her blouse are open and her tie is loose.

?You’re not going to take that off??

Sitting across the table from Sendai-san, I pointed to the vest and asked. Then I heard a teasing voice.

?Miyagi is quick to try to get people off the hook.?

?That’s not what I meant. Sendai-san, you often take off your blazer.?

?I know that. So, what are we doing today??

?Sendai-san, you are quick-witted.?

I called Sendai-san today for no reason.

So I can’t immediately think of anything I want to order her to do.

?Anyway, you’ll do my homework.?

I don’t want to study, but there is no other way to shut Sendai-san up. I could let her do my homework, but that would leave me with nothing to do.

I am afraid that if I don’t do something today, I will do something I don’t want.

?Okay, give it to me.?

Sendai-san comes down from the bed and sits next to me.

?I’ll do it myself. Sendai-san can do whatever she wants.?

I sit back down across from Sendai-san and put out my math textbook and notebook on the table.

?Does Miyagi want to do it by herself??

Sendai-san is exaggeratedly surprised.

?That’s right.?

?You’re not ordering me to do your homework today??

?I won’t.?

?Miyagi suddenly got serious.?

?I’ve been serious for a while now.?

?Well, I guess I’ll do my homework too.?

Sendai-san says in an unmotivated voice and pulls out an English textbook and notebook from her bag. She then put some prints on the table.

Soon I hear the sound of a pen running over the paper.

I cast my gaze down to my math textbook.

I get dizzy looking at textbooks with numbers and alphabets and, in addition, symbols. Some people seem to find beauty in the formulas, but to me they seem to be written in an unsolvable cipher.

Still, I have to solve the problems to finish my homework, so I search for the formulas in my head. But the formulas I thought I had learned are hard to find.

I glance at Sendai-san.

She was writing a series of letters of the alphabet in beautiful handwriting.

The sound of the pen running over the paper was not stagnant, and I envied Sendai-san as if there was no problem she couldn’t solve.

I resume my interrupted struggle with the formulas.

I solve the problems sluggishly, holding my hands still.

Homework is not going as well as expected.

In the quiet room, time just flies by.

My eyes flicker as I follow the numbers, and as I let out a small exhale, a pen rolls in from across the room. I looked up and saw Sendai-san looking at me.

?You’re finished??

?I’m not.?

I answered curtly and handed back the pen. When I looked down at my textbook, I was pecked on the whip of my head.

?Ouch. Sendai-san, get out of my way.?

?Shall I teach you??

It’s good because I think for myself.

Before I can refuse to do so, Sendai-san comes up next to me.

?You don’t have to tell me.?

?I’ve got some free time.?

She peeks at my notebook as she says this, so I push her away from me by pushing her shoulder.

?Why don’t you just read a manga like you always do??

?I’ve read most of them.?

?I bought a new one, so read that one instead.?

I bought two manga during this week.

I think those two books are enough to pass the time for her.

But instead of a manga, Sendai-san took my notebook and pointed to the middle of the page.

?Here, you’re wrong.?

?Eh??

?This is a miscalculation. Also, here.?

Sendai-san takes her own pen. She then begins her explanation, correcting some parts that seem to be wrong, even though I did not ask her to do so.

Her explanation is easy to understand.

She teaches it well so that I can understand it.

However, the distance is not right.

?Wait, Sendai-san, you’re too close.?

Although I should have kept a little distance, Sendai-san is so close to me that our uniforms are touching each other.

?Okay??

?Lately, you’re getting chummy with me. It’s getting a little depressing, so back off a bit.?

I push Sendai-san’s arm to push her to the edge of the table.

?Isn’t it depressing or awful??

?It’s not terrible. And it’s hot when you’re attached to me.?

It is only past the middle of May, but the days are as hot as summer. It’s not the kind of temperature that makes you want to stick with someone, even if the person I’m dealing with isn’t Sendai-san.

?Is that the only reason you don’t want to be approached??

?That’s all. I’ll do the rest myself. Sendai-san, go over there.?

I point to the bookshelf.

I also tell her the title of the manga I bought and retrieve my textbooks and notebooks, which had somehow made their way over to Sendai-san. But she didn’t go for her books. For some reason, she closed the distance that separated them and pulled the textbook and notebook toward her.

?I told you it’s hot.?

?It’s not that hot for me, though.?

?All you do is lie. Sendai-san, you must be hot.?

Perhaps it was because the fan heater was set to a higher temperature during the winter, but Sendai-san always took off her blazer.

My just right and her just right are different.

There is no way that Sendai-san is not hot in a room that I, a cold person, feel hot.

?It’s cooler this way, you know??

Sendai-san takes the remote control for the air conditioner from the end of the table and turns it on.

?Don’t put that on your own.?

I take the remote and turn it off.

What the hell is this?

Sendai-san is even more involved than before.

?Hey, Miyagi.?

I can’t deal with her.

I ignore her and look at my textbook.

I take a pen and solves the problem I was about to do.

However, Sendai-san ignored my desire to continue doing my homework.

?Here.?

Her fingertips caress my neck.

I looked up and her hand stuck to my neck.

?You know why I’m touching it, right??

Sendai-san says quietly and continues her words.

?Why did you kiss me here when I was sleeping??

Her hand strokes my neck once more.

?If you were aware of it, why didn’t you ask me right back and there? Why ask now??

?Answer the question first, then ask me afterwards.?

She is not angry.

But it wasn’t a kind tone either.